Benny Watts Imagines

Signet Ring

Benny and Y/n had known each other for years, having crossed paths numerous times on the competitive chess tournament circuit. However, this past weekend at the Vegas tournament, a series of unexpected events unfolded. Both Benny and Y/n found themselves blackout drunk and to their utter surprise, discovered that they had participated in a shotgun wedding at a hotel chapel. The morning after, they awoke in the same bed, with hazy recollections of the events leading up to their impromptu nuptials.

In the aftermath of this unexpected turn of events, Y/n made the decision to accompany Benny back to his basement in New York. So over the next few days, they could grapple with the implications of their sudden marriage, attempting to piece together the events of that fateful night and figure out their next steps.

So she looked around the apartment a few times, she hadn't really expected this but then again she wasn't sure really what she had expected.

Benny put both of their suitcases down and looked at her a small smile forming on his face, even if it was a stupid drunken wedding he couldn't help being reminded every time he looked at her, that she was his wife. "Not much, but it's home" he stated and walked into the small kitchen looking in the fridge

"There's no food... would you like anything specifically at all?"

"I uhh I don't know, I don't want you spending too much on me if I won't be here too long," she said slowly coming inside fiddling with her fingers

"Don't be ridiculous," he chuckled and went over taking her hand,

"You're my Wife you're staying here for now either until we figure this out but for now I'm treating you well, okay?"

"you don't have to."

"I want to." He held her close and wrapped his arms around her waist as he bent down to rest his chin on her head, "This weekend was probably the best and the weirdest weekend of my life"

"you really mean that?" She chuckled

"Of course I do! I got married to the most beautiful girl I know, it was amazing, the whole damn thing, well the bits I can remember anyway"

"I don't remember much to be quiet honest. Supposedly the hotel should send the documents and such like over in a few days so hopefully that'll give us some ideas what exactly happened," she said nervously going to the living area just looming on the rug

"Well I've gotta say I'm thankful I was blackout drunk, never ever in a million years would my sober ass say I do," he sat on the sofa and looked over at her, "Besides the ceremony, the thing I do remember is the wedding night," he smirked,

"I don't." She answered still looming yet to take a seat

he chuckled and patted the seat next to him, "Then I'll explain it to you, come on, come and sit down, you don't have to stand in the middle of the room,"

she nodded and sheepishly took a seat on the sofa tucking her feet in like a proper young lady, leaving a decent space between herself and Benny.

he chuckled and moved a bit closer to her his arm leaned on the back of the couch behind her and started to fiddle with her hair, "You remember the hotel room right? And the bed? And us on the bed?"

"I remember waking up with the worst hang over of my life. And you... Naked with a ciggerette in the bed next to me."

"That's just how I start my morning" he joked and kept fiddling with her hair, wrapping a strand around his finger and pulling it tight, "But you don't remember anything before that? Anything at all?"

"all I remember is having a drink at the bar after the tournament and then waking up with you." She explained glancing down to the signet ring on her finger. It was Benny's ring that he always wore and it was the ring he'd used to drunkenly propose to her. Making it now her wedding ring. She fiddled with it a little given it was too big for her finger